"Bella," she cooed.

I stood frozen staring at the woman who sworn to stalk me. "Bella, tell me you remember me. You do don't you?"

I didn't dare speak. I was on the tip of death.

"No? Well, let me refresh your memory. It was that time in the hospital –" My hands started to shake. "– and I said we would meet again. Well, that time is now."

Her fiery red hair trailed over her back, matching her blood red eyes. Miss White – or Victoria as I now remembered – glared back at me with pure hatred and revulsion. Hatred because I was the reason her mate died, revulsion because I was human.

"Victoria," I murmured, trying to hide the fear in my voice and failing to do so.

"I knew you'd remember, Bella," she purred. "But don't worry, dear, I'm not going to kill you…" She looked to the floor and said it so quickly I was sure I wasn't meant to here it. "Yet."

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to push its way out of my chest. My knees were turning weak and the hole in my chest was steadily reopening.

Victoria walked towards me. I jerked back. "My dear, collect your things."

"Where are we going?" I whispered.

"Do not concern yourself with where we are headed, just collect the things you would like to take, some clothes, objects of interest to you. I'd rather not buy you a new wardrobe for this trip."

I sat frozen, looking up into her crimson, ruby eyes.

"Bella," she growled. I jumped up and collected my things. I really did have apsychopathic vampire after me now. I pulled out a bag from the end of my bed and started pulling clothes into it. Jeans, t shirts, hoodies, underwear, socks, notebooks, pens, pencils, anything I could find that would give me more time in my room.

"Is there nothing else you would like to take, or do for that matter?" Victoria gave me a dark, scrutinizing look from my window. My eyes darted towards the box of memories. I couldn't leave without something from there, could I?

I jolted towards my bed where the contents of the shoebox sat. The two photos of Edward looked up at me, as did his letter. I grabbed the one of him, with that amazing crooked smile that made me almost melt in front of Victoria. My heart fluttered but it settled into a frenzied pattern when I realised how close I was to a realvampire, one that drank human blood. Victoria had sworn revenge, I didn't know what kind, but I knew it was going to be bad.

Victoria had seated herself in my rocking chair, watching me with dead eyes that showed no emotion. She was waiting for me to go. Pens lay on my desk by my ancient computer. I took one and with shaking hands, wrote the words that would set me free.

Or so I thought.

I remember, Edward. I love you just as much.

They did the complete opposite. Salty tears streamed down my face for the second time that night. They hit the page with a resounding force I felt my side shake. A sob broke out, echoing around the deafening silence that was my bedroom.

I would never see Edward again.

I would never see his beautiful face, his chaotically stylish hair that would blow in the wind, his golden eyes that just screamed the love he felt for me. How did I believe him that night? I was an idiot for even questioning his love. He was an idiot for leaving me.

He tore himself away from me for my own good without even thinking to tell me what he was doing or why he was really doing it. He thought it was best for me, when in reality, I wouldn't eat or drink properly and I couldn't sleep without waking up from vivid nightmares about him leaving me, every night. And him, when I told him I didn't remember him, the pain was clear on his face.

Pain, rejection, grief, anguish, torture, agony, sorrow, heartache, misery, woe, sadness, gloom, melancholy, despair, hopelessness, despondency, dejection, depression…

Love.

Under that mask of suffering, hidden in his golden eyes that never seemed to end, shone love that would never die. The love that I had always felt for him. The love he had always felt for me. The love he gave up to make me safe. The love–

Something clutched my windpipe. I couldn't breathe but the sobs were still trying to come out. Daggers shot through my chest as I vainly attempted to suck in oxygen.

"Isabella," Victoria said in a dark, sinister voice. "You must concentrate on the present and not dwell in the past, or what could have been. For instance," she pressed down, ever so slightly on my neck. I could feel her nails begin to slide up towards my jaw, taking my body with her hand. "I could kill you right here, right now."

She let go and I gulped in as much air as possible with my weak, human lungs. "But I won't because you are a necessity at the present time." She gave me another dark stare. "A necessity butso slow! Can't you move any faster!?"

I jumped up again from the bed, grabbing my bag and the photo of Edward. The picture would be the only thing I would ever need if I would never see him again.

I suppressed another sob that would no doubt cause my death, despite what she said.

"I'm ready," I mumbled, staring at the floor.

"Good," she picked me up into a fireman's lift on her shoulder, leapt out the window with all the grace of a vampire and swung me onto her back.

Just like with Edward…

I took one look back at the two-bedroom house I called home, knowing it would be the very last time I would see it. I had to face the truth. If Victoria was involved, there was a very slim chance I would be alive at the end of it all.

My mind also drifted to where I was leaving. Forks, Washington, USA. A name on a map. A small town that, perhaps, had more excitement going on in it that any other town in all of America, and all under my father's nose! Charlie… How would he survive without me?

"Wait, I've forgotten something." My voice was weak but frantic.

"Urgh," she groaned. "You humans!" Then she muttered to fast for me to hear.

Victoria jumped back into my room and I slid to the floor, the bag still on my back. I took a sheet of paper from my desk and picked up a pen. I began to write with shaking hands.

Dad,

Please don't worry about me. Wherever it is I've gone, know I am happy and that I couldn't be more at home. I don't want you to feel this is your fault, nothing could ever be your fault. If anything it is my entire fault. I know you love me very much, even if you don't show it a lot. You do care about me and I care about you just as much, which is why I don't want you to worry.

I didn't want to drag you into this and I'm sorry I'm not good enough for a real goodbye. You don't deserve to be put in as much pain as I've been in. It could never be your fault.

Please don't cry, I am happy. There should be reason enough not to there.

Love

Bella

Reluctantly, I placed the pen back down onto the desk, re-reading the words that spoke so much truth. It sounded like a suicide note. It probably was one, come to think of it. It didn't really matter if I wasn't coming back.

I folded the paper in three parts and wrote Dad on the front. I walked out of my room, knowing Victoria was following me with her silent footsteps. I left it on the kitchen counter, where we usually left notes to each other.

It's odd how you notice things at the most vital times. I took in the details in the wallpaper and paint, remembering how certain marks got onto the wall from Charlie's failed cooking attempts and how I had tried to get them off, after him telling me he would just paint over them. I remembered how Edward looked, sitting in the chair to my left, lighting up the whole room. My fingertips traced the top of the chair where he once sat.

Slowly, I pulled myself out of my memories.

"Okay, let's go to wherever." Victoria nodded and stepped out of the way to let me though so I could get to the front door. I left it open so she could shut it with herself, I would have probably ended up waking Charlie.

She swung me onto her back like before. "Hold on."

She started to run.

I didn't hold on. In fact, I tried not to, I tried to pull away but her grip on me was too strong. Vampires, I thought to myself, darkly. My mind went to what she had planned. My list of things to do was as follows. One, find out where we were going, two, try to understand why she was going after me again, three, think of possible ways to escape when one and two are complete.

And what about Jacob? He, to my sudden realisation, was a werewolf! No wonder he was so hot that time! Werewolves were natural enemies to vampires… How I wished he could know I was being kidnapped. He obviously cared for me, and I cared for him, even if it wasn't in the same way. What would he do when he found out I was gone? What would he think?

But what now? I was being abducted to god knows where, by a vampire who was an accomplice and a mate to a dead vampire who was tracking me only last year before he died so he could get the chance to sink his teeth into me. She wouldn't tell me where we were going and I just knew I was part of her little scheme. Or big scheme. I didn't know what she wanted to do and I doubted she tell me in a hurry.

A sign saying 'You are now entering Port Angeles' flashed by me. I hadn't realised we had gone so far. I was practically falling asleep on her back, it reminded me so much of Edward and his cool body. How I longed to just hold him, know he was safe and not in danger or alone, just to be with him…

"Bella! Get up you stupid human!" Victoria's harsh words brought me from my slumber, instantly causing me to panic. I sat straight up. Her red eyes held blue contact lenses in place, masking her give-aways that she was not a 'normal human'. "We are in Port Angeles and we are going on a plane. If you can keep your brainless head from falling asleep we might be able to get you on without making you look like a corpse, or so help me, you will be one!"

I gulped very loudly, not meaning to.

"That's better. Now, get prepared. Our flight boards in ten minutes."

I looked around the airport. It wasn't too crowded, but then again it was a small airport with a small landing field. Only for trips to local places in Washington. I was certain we would be out of the state by nightfall which meant we would be flying to Seattle or another large airport if she planned on taking us out of the country. Not that it mattered too much; I was going to die wherever she took me.

My assumptions were right, we landed in Seattle in under an hour. It was rather tormenting, not knowing where we were going and all it took was one glance at the connection flight tickets Victoria held. Vampire instincts aside, I would have probably seen by now but that would never happen. To top that all off, she wouldn't let me sleep. It was very, very late into the night, probably early morning and I had been awake since eight.

"But when?" My eyelids were drooping.

"When we get on the flight!" She snapped.

I was careful to watch my tongue after that. Lack of sleep was making me forget my place. Prey and predator. Hunter and the hunted.

Soon, we had boarded the flight and I felt stupid. Walking past the gates to let us on I didn't even bother to look up at the monitors that would let me see where we were flying to.

I flopped down into the seat by the window. Air stewardesses were already asking if passengers wanted a pillow. I couldn't care less, I still had to find out if I could dream about Edward and if I could make them up this time.

I slowly fell into unconsciousness after seeing blue eyes with flecks of red watch me with a deathly gaze.

My dreams were the only place where I was safe.


A/N: Whooopy whoop whoop!

So this took a while because of my Mocks…But they are all done now and I won't have big exams till May! –does happy dance-

In the UK, Heroes has just come to an end! WOW is all I have to say. It didn't help that my friend watched them all and then told me that the two of the main characters die (naming no names) but I know this to be, again, utter ship. –does another happy dance-

I could have put more into this…but you know how it is with exams, they take a lot out of you. I keep thinking it's Friday or that the rest of the week are exams too (and personally, I don't want any more homework…)

If this worked right...I should have a scroll bar on my chapters... SEE THAT A SCROLL BAR!...If not, I'm sorry for wasting my capital letters on you...or not...it depends on whether you're going to review or not...

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